[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside[/center][hr]

Jackson wasn't particularly surprised as Dorothy came out and joined the two of them in their standoff, she may have been a doctor but when it came to situations like this, she was just as comfortable dealing out injuries as she was treating them. That was a veteran for you, he supposed. Jackson remained relatively quiet as Anisa spoke with Brutus, keeping his gun aimed carefully at one of the thugs as he watched Brutus, waiting for the slightest drop of a hat to burst into action. Showdowns like this weren't exactly uncommon in their line of work, he was always cool and collected when it came to situations like this.

Jackson didn't need to see that Anisa was hit to react, the very second he heard the shot he pulled back on his trigger, sending a round toward the thug he'd been aiming at. He left Brutus, figuring he'd be a priority target for some of the others, and shifted his aim between a few of the other thugs, firing a pair of shots toward each as he took a few steps back toward whatever cover there was nearby, taking a moment or two to reload once he was out of ammo. 

Jackon praised whatever god might've existed that he had always been a decent gunfighter, a quickdraw was usually his style and the man favored a handgun above all else, showdowns like this were the kind of fights he shined in. Ducking around from cover again as he reloaded, he sent another shot toward Brutus, eyes shifting over to Anisa momentarily. He saw she'd taken a hit, but it had only dropped her to a knee, she'd taken far worse and he knew it, both of them had, as long as it stayed this way, he had no concerns. Especially considering he figured the rest of the crew would be there soon.

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[center][h1][color=FF2F2F]Gregory Quinn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=FF2F2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Conference Room ->[/center][hr]

[color=FF2F2F][b]"War isn't usually a particularly artistic endeavour."[/b][/color] Gregory countered to Carla's initial comment with a fairly bland tone. When he could avoid it, Quinn preferred to avoid risking his men, and at the stage he'd reached - in the event that resulted in the odd misfire or collateral damage, that was just war. He raised an eyebrow as she brought up the strawberries, and the eyebrow remained raised throughout the duration of the PA announcement for the bridge. Getting underway finally, it was almost enough to bring the slightest semblance of a smile to Gregory's face, almost.

As she suggested they return to the bridge, Quinn sighed, leaning forward to finish off his tea and set the cup back down as he stood. [color=FF2F2F][b]"A fair idea, shall we?"[/b][/color] He motioned to the door and moved out along with her, beginning to wander the halls toward the bridge. Most often, Quinn would sit in his office during take off, he trusted the bridge crew not to screw up their jobs, or they'd be dealing with him - but with a new pilot at the head of the ship, he figured he should at least be present to scold the man first-hand if he happened to make some unecessary maneuver which Quinn found risky. 

He was quite content to have Carla along with him, more than aware of the nicknames she had, Quinn had no quarrel with them. Quinn made no effort to hide the fact that the woman was essentially his only real confidant on the crew, arguably the only person he completely trusted - perhaps a horrible idea when it came to an assassin. But Carla had never given him reason to doubt her, and he figured she wouldn't start to any time soon.